Lovely Trigger(68)

I slid us both to the ground, pulling out of her on the way.

Laying her gently on her back, I propped myself above her. I spread her limp thighs with a light touch, fingering her sex.

I’d spilled in her twice already, and trails of liquid were running down her thighs. Watching her face, I shoved some of that errant fluid back inside of her, my thoughts on our lack of protection.

It wasn’t that it’d slipped my mind. On the contrary, I’d noticed that even on that first time at the ranch, when I’d lost every ounce of sane thought. How not? Being bare inside of her was my own little kind of heaven, and the fact that she hadn’t protested at the time, well, that I’d chalked up to the fact that the lust had made her lose all control, like it had me.

But she hadn’t said so much as a word about it the next time, either.

Or the next.

And neither had I.

For my part, I had no motivation to so much as mention it. I was clean, and knew she would be. As for getting pregnant, I figured she was on the pill, but the fact was, even if she wasn’t, I didn’t care.

That wasn’t true. I cared. I wanted her off the pill. I wanted her to get pregnant.

Right or wrong, I’d never stopped wanting that. I doubted I ever would.

Things were still unsettled between us, but I couldn’t even pretend not to wish for some small chance I could have gotten her pregnant. I wanted that. I was more than ready to try my hand at being a father.

And there was only one woman I’d ever have considered for the role of mother to my children.

She gasped and turned her face away. “Oh God, Tristan. What are we doing?”

“I don’t know, but neither of us work tomorrow, so we’re about to do it for two days straight, whatever we want to call it.”

She didn’t even look like she’d heard me. In fact, she looked like she was drifting off.

I sprawled onto my back beside her. “I have to say, I’m tempted to sleep right here on the floor. Seems easier than trying to move at the moment.”

She snorted.

“What? You can’t move either. Admit it.”

“I could move, if I wanted to,” she said, a hint of a smile in her voice.

I turned my face to look at her. “Prove it. I bet you can’t even get up right now.”

“You and your bets,” she said, but she’d started moving, rolling onto her side.

She’d never admit it, but the woman couldn’t turn her back on a dare to save her life.

It took her a minute, but she made it onto her stomach, and then pushed up with her hands, dragging her legs underneath her.

Slowly, giving me a hell of a view, she rose onto her elbows and knees.

She braced herself there, facing away from me

And the view she gave me right then. Jesus.

I bit my own fist I was so turned on by the sight.

I wasn’t tired anymore. Every part of me woke right up, and in fact, one particular part went to great lengths to rise to the occasion.

I’m not proud of this, but that was the precise moment when my errant cock decided that it had to be buried in her tight little ass in a hurry.

Everything was just lined up so perfectly. She was relaxed to the point of limp, natural lube was dripping down her thigh with every shift of her body. Who could resist? Not me. Not f*cking likely.

She hadn’t quite worked herself into a crawl when I covered her, my chest pushing into her back.

She reared up. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” she said, not quite stifling a laugh.

I was already parting her thighs from behind, dragging me cock against her, using the moisture between her legs to make my member slick. I grabbed a bit of extra moisture, dragging it up to her back entrance.

That’s when she got the picture. “Oh,” she uttered softly, then held perfectly still.

I didn’t ask for permission, just moved into position and started to enter her. “Tell me if it gets to be too much,” I gasped, working to get my tip in. That first shocking inch would be the challenge.

It wasn’t easy. She was not accustomed to this, and her body was firmly closed against me.

I reached between us, burying two fingers in her *. I started to move them, and as she accepted my fingers, her back gave just enough to let me push my throbbing tip into her.

After that, I was able to sink into her, going as slow as I could stand. I was big, and I knew it wouldn’t be easy for her to take me like this, but with patience I was able to sink in a few aching, precious inches.

“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?” I groaned, finger f*cking her hard, because that seemed to soften the rest of her.

She couldn’t even speak, just writhing and moaning below me.

I could live with that. What I couldn’t live with was the superhuman control it took not to start f*cking her ass harder.

With a rough grunt, I thrust in another intense inch, and then another. I stopped when I had a thought.

“Am I hurting your knee?”

“Don’t stop!” she gasped, because my fingers had stopped moving. I started working them again, jerking hard, and pushed my cock in farther.

I pulled out a bit, head tilted down to watch my progress. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to bury myself to the hilt. I wanted to, bad, but I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her, and I really was too big to do this particular act comfortably.